Writing Prompt 55: Fall

I knew I would change eventually. It is inevitable. Some look forward to the change, while others rebel against it. Either way, change will happen. First the green fades, and then a dull yellow takes its place. The yellow turns to gold. The gold turns to orange, and the orange eventually becomes red. Fall. Fall takes place, and I will fall, crumpled on the ground. 

Sure, I can worry about the change. I can be angry about it, and think that it isn't fair. My time is ending, but at least I can shine bright. I will be the best green while I can. I will try to turn the dull yellow into a sparkling gold. And that gold will become a red that is almost flaming. I will live before I fall. I will cherish the moments tied to this tree, and I will try to fall gracefully. Maybe I will land on a child's head, or be raked in a pile to create a fragile fort. I could be plastered in a collage, or flatened between the pages of a book. I could be a souvenir of a fall vacation. But until I am left to the mercy of the world, I will be the best at one thing. I will be the best version of me. 

Prompt: You are a leaf, and fall has started. Explain how you feel about this.

On Purpose

Do you create purpose, or does purpose create you?

Many stories explain that adversity is an important element to becoming great. Many people choose their dreams and goals based on adversity, but does that adversity give them purpose? We choose things, we make decisions and we strive towards goals. But is it a goal without a purpose? Even the most basic things that you chose, do they create or add meaning to your life?
So what is purpose really? Is is meaning? Is it motivation? Is it just one of those things you don't look for because it inevitably finds you? Or is purpose something you create to define yourself, or define your dream?
Do you choose your purpose, or does your purpose choose you?